"Ugh. Be quiet," Benji moaned as he slapped his hand on the buzzing alarm clock. He rolled over and snuggled up to the warmth of Ben's side. He scratched his fingers through the thick auburn colored fur in the middle of Ben's chest. "I wish I had the day off with you."
Ben sniffed and cleared his voice, still gruff from sleep. "Well, you're important now, Mr. Assistant Manager. That means Saturday meetings with the big-wigs every quarter."
Ben was teasing him and Benji couldn't help but roll his eyes. "I suppose. What are you going to do today while I'm slaving away in a meeting?"
"Well, the weather is supposed to be nice today. Now that it's starting to warm up, I'll probably work on the bike. It could use a tune up after sitting in the garage all winter. Probably go for a ride."
Benji really pouted now, poking his bottom lip out. "Well, shoot! I haven't ridden with you in forever. So not fair."
"Don't worry, baby. You'll get lots of opportunities to ride my hog."
Ben wiggled his eyebrows, but Benji wasn't impressed with the innuendo. "Oh, is that what you're calling it now? A 'hog'?"
Ben grabbed Benji's hand and pulled it below the blankets and wrapped the slender fingers around his semi-hard bone.
"You seemed to enjoy riding it last night," Ben said with a grunt as he rolled and grabbed for Benji.
But Benji was too quick. With a short burst of laughter, he jumped out of bed and scurried into the bathroom. "Sorry, gotta go to work," he tossed over his shoulder.
Ben chuckled as he got out of bed and stalked after his playful little man into the bathroom. While Benji heated the shower, Ben relieved himself at the toilet. While taking a piss, he picked at the flakes of jizz that had dried in the fur on his chest and stomach. Yes, his baby had definitely enjoyed himself last night. He had ridden Ben's fat hog hard and fast until he screamed in pleasure and sprayed his load all over Ben's body. He looked over at Benji, who was staring at the stream of piss blasting out of his cock. When he realized that he had been caught looking, his cheeks went pink and he jumped into the shower.
Ben flushed the toilet and Benji yelped at the sudden temperature change. "Ben!"
Ben laughed out loud and followed Benji into the shower. Ben turned them so that Ben's back was to the shower head. Benji reached up and tugged at some of the dried semen in the middle of his chest.
"Ow!" Ben said with a jerk as Benji pulled at a hardened blob of spunk and ripped out a couple of chest hairs.
Ben reached down and gave Benji's wispy pubes a sharp tug. Benji yelped and jumped back, covering the small patch of blond hair above his penis with both of his hands. "Bully!"
"You started it, little man," he said with a snicker, not one bit sorry.
"Not on purpose," he said as he snuggled up to Ben. Placing his hands on the bigger man's hips, he leaned up on his tip-toes and pressed a kiss to Ben's lips.
Ben's arms surrounded Benji. "I love you, baby."
"I love you, too."
Ben leaned his head down and gave Benji a tender kiss. Benji sighed when Ben broke the kiss and he laid his head on the fur-covered muscles of Ben's chest. Ben pressed his lips to the top of Benji's head. The pair stood in the warm water, letting it cascade down their bodies, embracing each other in comfortable silence.
"Let's get you cleaned up," Benji finally said, patting Ben's chest with his hand. "You're kind of a mess and you smell. Other people might not appreciate it the way I do."
After sniffing in a big whiff of Ben's armpit and letting out a happy little moan, Benji grabbed the washcloth and loaded it up with shower gel.
Ben let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He relaxed as the warm water streamed over him and his little man washed and scrubbed every inch of his body with the washcloth and his soft, soapy hands. After he was clean, Benji used those glorious hands to rinse all of the soap away.
Ben opened his eyes when he finally felt Benji's hands leave his body.
"You want me to shave you?" Benji asked, rubbing his fingers over Ben's jaw. The coarse whiskers made a rasping noise.
"Mm, yeah. That'd be nice."
Benji grabbed the wet/dry razor from the shelf and motioned for Ben to squat down. Ben gripped the sides of the tub as he moved onto his knees. Benji swallowed nervously. The sight of his big, manly boyfriend kneeling in front of him, looking up at him with those sexy green eyes was just too much. His dick was already holding at half-mast and now it surged to full bone and laid rigid against his belly, pointing towards the ceiling.
"Can't help it," Benji muttered.
Ben smiled and leaned forward and slid his tongue up the length of Benji's dick. Benji gasped and shuddered, leaning a hand on Ben's shoulder for support.
"Don't do that while I'm trying to shave you," he warned, squeezing Ben's shoulder tight.
Ben kissed the tip of Benji's cock, then leaned back. "I'm all yours," he said with a grin, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Yep. All mine." Benji smiled down at Ben, who shot him a wink.
Benji clicked on the razor and ran it slowly and carefully over each of Ben's cheeks and down his neck. He popped open the trimmer and took special care around his mustache, carefully sculpting until it was just right.